i think a lot of people who we look up to and think are really cool probably don’t feel very cool themselves
ive been thinking more and talking to more people and its been giving me a lot of perspective and god everything really is just relative
so let’s try not to worry as much as i was earlier today about being uncool because a) it’s so arbitrary and doesn’t really matter and it’s a silly thing for us to get hung up over and b) just like there are people we think are really cool, there are probably people for whom we’re the cool one, and people who think those people are cool, and so on
maybe it might even be mutual between two people sometimes
I think that one of my favorite things as a kid was right after a powwow my ma and I decided to go with her then fiance to an ice cream shop with some of our regalia and leathers still on. Out of nowhere a little girl comes out, points and yells:
“LOOK MOMMY! INDIANS!”
My ma without missing a beat turned around, pointed at her and screamed, “LOOK JEFF! A WHITE GIRL!”
tumblr’s new ‘safe search’ feature blocks posts explaining antisemitism, eugenics, et cetera, within popular media and yet blogs run by actual neo-nazis run without trouble, i almost can’t believe this
I will never, ever, ever get tired of ONE turning shonen expectations on their heads. I love the way the two panels on the left set everything up for a giant go-all-out battle of psychic powers between Shimazaki and Mob…
…and then the next few panels have Reigen just walking straight up to Shimazaki and punching him right in the fucking face.
And the only way he could do it, was because he doesn’t have any psychic powers at all.
Vlad isn’t used to being interrupted while working in his
lab. Its walls are reinforced lead and its ceiling is buried twenty feet below
basement level. The room is missing from the building plans, invisible to the
code specs, and inaccessible to any snooping government agents. The Guys in
White’s detection equipment has never found it. They would have better luck
finding some hollowed out space by banging on the side of their own heads.
So when Vlad hears the clatter of tripped-over machine parts
and light, breathy cursing from behind him, he knows no normal person has come
to find him. This makes him crack a razor-fanged smile. Vlad lowers the welding
torch he’d been using to stitch some metal parts together for a new portal hub.
He raises the goggles from off his red eyes, and turns around in mock
“Daniel you should have told me you were coming. I would
have put some tea on for the both of us.”
Vlad is right—Danny is standing at the other end of the lab,
but he doesn’t look how Vlad had pictured. No jumpsuit, no balled-up fists, no
murderous green glinting eyes. Danny is entirely human, and he looks only a bit
bothered, like he’s thinking too hard about what to say.
“Vlad,” Danny settles on.
Vlad’s smile doesn’t waver. He takes a few steps forward,
boots clacking out hollow sonorous beats on the cavernous floor. Danny seeking
him out is almost always a treat. It means he’s done something to annoy or
frustrate or enrage Danny enough to be sought out without any effort on Vlad’s
part. It’s already a victory of sorts for Vlad, and he’s eager to know what he’s
Vlad spreads his arms, as if to encompass the far wall of enormous
floating monitors, the pink-swirling portal in the back left corner, the tables
and shelves filled with cobbled-together metal gadgets. Vlad glances down.
There are three empty toppled paint cans at Danny’s feet, clearly tripped over
and just now settling.
“So, to what do I owe this delight? Have you come to hear about my specs for the new Maddie AI? Or maybe you’d like to hear about my
recent cloning breakthroughs. Or—“ Vlad swoops in closer, circling Danny,
delighting in the way Danny’s head whips about to follow his motions, “—is there
something else even better you’d like to discuss?”
Vlad frowns just slightly. There’s no passion in Danny’s
voice, rare for a kid motivated almost entirely by his unstable emotions. There’s
no fire in his eyes either. No accusation or quick remark lashing from his
tongue. Danny’s eyes are calm, and his tone is simply flat.
“What, then?” Vlad asks, and he loses the traction of their
“I went on a college visit yesterday.”
Vlad pauses. He’s half-stooped over Danny, expecting more to
be said. Vlad finds himself with nothing to go on. “…Okay,” he says.
“I like the place a lot. And people with my grades get in
there all the time. Especially if I keep them up for the rest of junior year I
stand a good chance.”
“Then why are you telling me.” Vlad slides away from Danny.
His hope of being cursed out is fading, and his brow furrows. His face
brightens at a sudden thought, “Did you feel the urge to tell me because I’ve
simply become a sort of father figure to you?”
“I want to go there. It’s three hours away by car. One and a
half by the Fenton RV, but that’s with my dad driving.” Danny’s voice has
become clinical, like the very words are tedious, like he’s talking to a
customer service representative and he’s bored. “And it’s an hour away if I
“Get to the point Daniel. I’m a busy man.”
“No you’re not. You just have a lot of creepy pet projects.”
Danny motions stiffly to the pod-like vats that once contained Danny’s old
clones. “My point is I can’t keep super-heroing if I go there.”
“Ah,” Vlad brightens again. He leans in. “A crisis then? A
conflict of character, of morality, and you’ve come to me for advice? You’re
desperate to know if you can hang up your cape to chase a dream so banal as a
normal college life?”
“God—no—shut up just a minute. Not everything’s that
dramatic.” Danny leans away, sizing Vlad up. “My angsty teenage phase has been
over for like a year. And what are you, like, 40? Chill out for like five
minutes, for once.”
Vlad deflates a little, frowning.
Danny clears his throat to continue. “I’m not ‘hanging up my
cape’. I’m not making any rash decisions. I’m just going to college, because
that’s what I want to do, for me. And I’m doing it. I’ve still got my own life
to live. But that means I’m not around
Amity to help with the ghost patrol.”
“You’d willfully leave them unprotected, hmm?”
“Please. Mom and Dad are still kicking ghost ass in the
meantime. And I’m not that irresponsible.
I’m hiring a replacement.”
Danny snorts. “Hell no. She’s got a full ride to some
college out in Michigan for field hockey. She’s getting the hell out like I am.”
Danny’s face sobers. “No, I’m hiring you, Vlad. You’re going to pick up
whatever slack I leave behind, got it?”
Vlad’s face splits into a grin, and he barks a laugh. Then
he throws his head back and roars, teeth glinting, eyes deeply red and alight.
He regains his composure with a few rolling chuckles, and fixes Danny with a
condescending smirk. “Oh, adorable. You think you can make me do what you want.”
“Yeah, I can.”
“Can,” Danny answers firmly. “Because if you refuse, then I’m
going back home, and the second I get through that front door, I’m doing this.”
Danny straightens his shoulders just a fraction, and a glimmering white ring
splits at his midsection, enveloping him, repainting him as something sallow
and yet bright, cold and yet flickering hot, dead and so monstrously alive. And
in some ways, he looks exactly the same. “I realized I don’t care about keeping
my secret anymore, really. Mom and Dad accept Phantom as a helper way more
often than they ever try to shoot at him, and they’d accept me. And I don’t
think it would really change much anymore. I’m not 14 anymore. I could handle
letting them know.”
Vlad’s jaw is tight. “…So?”
“So that’s where we’re different, V-man.” Danny flashes a
condescending smile to match the one Vlad had worn. “You can’t dare to let them
know. The Wisconsin Ghost? You? God, it would end you. My parents, and the town,
and the government—they’d all be at your throat in an instant. You’d lose
everything.” Danny rocks back on his heels. “And I’ll out you in a heartbeat if
you give me a reason to. Because you don’t hold any leverage against me
anymore, Vlad. I’ve grown up, and I’m over it.”
“I do.” Another flash, and the rings sweep past Danny to
reveal the simple body of a human once more.
“…Just for college?” Vlad doesn’t like the edge in his
voice, the quiet anxiety. “Four years?”
Danny shrugs. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll come back home after
college if it turns out ghost hunting is the thing I wanna do with my life. Maybe
I won’t.” Danny steps forward, encroaching on Vlad, suddenly taller and surer
than Vlad had ever seen him. “I’ll be home during breaks—I’m sure I’ll happily
pick up the ghost hunting then. But maybe I’ll get an internship somewhere?
Maybe I’ll take a term abroad, you know? Maybe I’ll stay a whole lot of years
more and get my PhD in astrophysics. ‘Dr. Fenton’, like my mom. It’s got a nice
ring to it.”
“You wouldn’t…” Vlad mutters. “Who says I’ll keep doing it
that long, hmm?”
“Go ahead. Break your promise whenever. But the second you
do, I’m giving your identity to everyone I know. And besides. You’re not going
anywhere anyway.” Danny takes a few steps back, and motions around him. “This?
Your whole secret lair down here? You’ve tethered yourself to this place. You’ve
got no family anywhere, and you’ve got no ambitions in your life that don’t
involve me or my mom. You’re 40 and you’re sad and you’ve made your bed here
and I know you don’t intend to go anywhere else, even with all your money,
because what purpose would you even have anywhere else, Vlad? You could do this
for the rest of your life, picking up my slack. You just might.”
Danny flashes to ghost form again, and kicks off into the
air, and hovers up to the ceiling from which he entered.
“Me, Vlad? I’m young, and I’ve got my life ahead of me, and
I can still do something with it. I’m everything you’re not.”
Vlad says nothing. He only stares. He hears only static in
“See you later, or maybe never again, Fruit Loop.”